Page 29 of Unlucky You

“Girl, no. Fuck him.”

My sister and I were alike in a lot of ways, especially with our proclivities for ain’t shit men, which was insane because we were raised by a man who treated us like we deserved to have the world laid at our feet. Our father was the blueprint for how a man should treat the women in his life, yet my sister and I always seemed to end up with the fine ass toxicity nightmares were made of. She and Clue had been on-again, off-again for the past four years and nothing about them made sense. They fucked hard but fought harder. That was the sum total of their relationship but neither of them was willing to completely let go.

“Fuck him is the point. You’re still fucking him, which means this new guy, whoever he is, is about to be caught in the middle of y’all’s shit.”

She rolled her eyes again and flashed a smile. “There is no us, which means there is no our shit. Clue has a new hoe.”

Ahh, so now it made sense.

“And you’re trying to prove a point.”

“No I’m not. I haven’t seen or talked to him in a month. I’m not about to keep wasting my time with his stupid ass.”

“Meen, we both know you’re full of shit. As soon as he sees you with this guy—and Clue will see you, because I know how you get down—you’ll have him all over your story to piss him off. Then that crazy ass man is going to be pulling up on you.”

She only shrugged and I shook my head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And when shit goes left, don’t call me to come save your ass. I have plans tonight.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not gonna be all that. He’s living his life and I’m living mine.” Our food arriving paused the conversation, but as soon as our plates were in front of us and we were alone again, Sameena and I said a quick prayer and dug into our food.

“What plans do you have?”

Shit. I didn’t want my sister knowing what I was up to because illegal fighting was right up her alley. She would likely try to cancel her plans and tag along. So I lied.

“Work?”

“That’s all you do, sis. You want me to see if Wells has a friend.” She shoved a forkful of eggs in her mouth and her eyes lit up. “Wait, he has a homeboy he’s with a lot. The first night he hit me up, they were at a pool hall together.”

There was no way in hell I wanted my sister to hook me up, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because this little date wouldn’t last beyond sex and Clue showing out on her. Then I would be stuck with the homeboy of a man she no longer interacted with, trying to explain why my sister wasted his time. Hard pass.

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Wells is fine, Saniya. You know fine men move in groups. Hang on, let me see if he’s on his page.”

Fine or not, someone else already had my attention. The reminder had me digging out my phone to send the request for the fight. To my understanding, they moved around the city to undisclosed locations, just to make sure they didn’t gain unwanted attention.

She already had her phone in hand and was swiping the screen before I could object. After a few minutes, she held it up. “Found him. He called him JB and this guy was tagged on his page as Jerrick Boyd.”

“Damn girl, you work fast.”

Sameena smiled. “You’re not the only one with skills, sis.” She winked and dropped her eyes back to the screen, swiping a few more times. “He’s fine too. I know how you love a good chocolate man. Look at these damn lips.”

She pushed the phone across to me and I pulled it closer, checking him out. The photo she was on had him shirtless, hands shoved deep into the pockets of a pair of sweatpants which he purposely pulled tightly, exposing a very attractive print. The subtle smile and “fuck me” way he squinted at the camera told me everything I needed to know. He had good dick but a bad disposition.

I swiped a few more pictures because he was indeed very attractive. Dark skin, solid build, broad shoulders, right amount of ink and a full beard, with low cut waves. After I had my fill, I pushed the phone back toward my sister.

“You want me to hook that up?”

“Hell no. His entire page is full of thirst trap pictures.”

She grinned and nodded. “I’m not saying marry the man, just get some good dick. It’s been a minute, Saniya.”

“I have plenty of good dick at my apartment and it doesn’t come attached to the bullshit I know is attached to him.”

“Girl, fuck them vibrators. There’s nothing like the real thing.”

“I don’t disagree but I’m good for now.”

“I’m still gonna see if he’s busy, just in case you change your mind.”

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